I memorized it, like a poem.
The lines of your face and
the scruff of your unshaven cheeks
and the light from the street that gleams off your back, as you sleep.
And I held it so close,in my mind,in my heart, buried in my soul.
Until touching you became touching me.
We created a palimpsest;a set
of words and words,and words to write.
In flesh a million times:
the history that is
us.
